So, tonight, I a doing an event at Porter Square Books in Cambridge, MA. It’s about the book The House with twenty Thousand Books. The address of the house is 5 Hillway, London, N6. I thoguht, I knew roughly where it was, but when I looked it up, I realised that it was here:
The home I came back to after being born in a amternity home near Hampstead Heath, maybe my mum or dad know what it was a flat in Hylda Court on St. Albans Road, just around the corner from the house with all those books.
“Judt, James and Didion are shot through with the element that defines great art: they speak truths that the rest of us recognise but are unable to articulate.”
Mick Heaney, son of Seamus, writes about writing about dying. Referencing many favourites.
In his book Without Feathers Woody Allen has a line that has become one of his most famous quips: “It’s not that I’m afraid to die, I just don’t want to be there when it happens.” Like all the best humour, the joke is accompanied by a sense of recognition.
It is almost an article of faith for people to say that, far from fearing death, they are reconciled to it. But Allen’s joke hits on an uncomfortable truth. Read more…